"Okay, boss, be careful then!"
Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian, a glint flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.
Then the figure flashed and entered Wentian Pavilion directly.
Seeing Xiao Jiao's figure disappear, a bright light also rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Now that the Phantom Spirit Fruit is in hand, if Huantian breaks through in refining and cultivation, it will be easy to transform into the King of Heaven.
Even if he is no match for the Dark Lord in front of him, there is still Huantian!
"Is that the legendary phantom fruit?"
"The Dark Lord actually gave the Phantom Fruit to that boy Mo Wentian?"
"So what if I gave it to him? Can he still refine it? When the Dark Lord kills him, the Phantom Fruit will still be his!"
…
Seeing that the Dark Lord actually gave the Phantom Fruit to Mo Wentian, everyone was filled with shock.
"Boy, you have already taken the phantom fruit into your arms. Isn't it time for me to fight against you?"
The Dark Lord looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent.
Although the Dark Lord's cultivation has reached the perfection of Heavenly Lord, his state of mind is really too bad.
Little did he know that he was entering Mo Wentian's trap step by step. Even if he killed Mo Wentian, it would be impossible for the Phantom Fruit to return to his hands.
"Old Hei, your courage to die without waiting is really admirable!"
Mo Wentian looked at the Dark Lord with cold and arrogant eyes, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his words.
"Boy, you are so arrogant!"
"Die!"
With a cold shout, the Dark Lord's body instantly turned into billowing demonic energy in the void.
The next moment, the billowing demonic energy turned into a demonic dragon in the void and hit Mo Wentian directly.
"What a powerful force!"
"Quickly retreat!"
"I think this kid Mo Wentian is dead. The Dark Lord is a powerful man like Tianjun Consummation!"
"Just watch here. Once this kid is dead, we'll go back and claim the reward from the Beast Master!"
…
One after another, the figures looked at the billowing demonic energy, with a look of shock in their eyes.
The warriors with lower cultivation levels retreated tens of thousands of feet.
The warrior with good cultivation level stopped in place, looking at the void, his eyes flickering with light.
"not good!"
"The perfect power of Tianjun is so powerful!"
Mo Wentian's expression changed slightly.
At this moment, the aura on the Dark Lord's body was many times stronger than before in the cave.
There is no doubt that the Dark Lord must have hidden his strength in the cave just now.
"Hoho..."
At this moment, the terrifying demon dragon roared and crashed towards Mo Wentian.
"Shenlong Fist!"
"Little devil dragon, get out of here!"
Mo Wentian's palms formed into fists, and the aura on Mo Wentian's body suddenly surged at this moment.
With one punch, the demon dragon in the void and Mo Wentian's divine dragon collided directly.
"boom… "
There was a violent collision, and Mo Wentian's body fell back dozens of feet.
"uh-huh… "
The next moment, a salty and sweet taste filled Mo Wentian's mouth, and traces of blood overflowed from Mo Wentian's mouth.
"This kid is not dead?"
"He actually blocked the Dark Lord's blow?"
"This kid is too evil!"
…
Looking at Mo Wentian who stood up and stood proudly in the void, everyone's eyes were full of surprise.
You must know that Mo Wentian was in the early stage of the talented Tianjun, but the Dark Lord was a strong and perfect Tianjun.
The early stage of Heavenly Lord and the perfection of Heavenly Lord are like comparing an ant to an elephant. They are simply as different as clouds and mud.
"Boy, it seems that you are not bad, you actually blocked one of my moves!"
"Quack quack..."
Wanton evil laughter resounded in the void, and the demonic energy in the void surged crazily.
The next moment, a figure as black as ink was seen walking out of the whirlpool of demonic energy.
That figure was filled with surging demonic energy. From a distance, it looked like an ancient demon, extremely terrifying.
"Old Hei, you're not bad either!"
Looking at the Dark Lord, Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with coldness.
Although Mo Wentian's cultivation level has not broken through, but after devouring so many middle and late Tianjun warriors, Mo Wentian's body has strengthened a bit.
But the Dark Lord's demonic energy had already hurt him, and Tianjun's perfect strength was really good.
"Boy, let me kill you quickly and let my Phantom Fruit return to my hands!"
"Quack quack..."
The strange laughter came again, and the next moment, the Dark Lord's body exploded directly in the void.
"boom… "
In the void, billowing black ink-like demonic energy swept towards Mo Wentian again.
It was just a pair, and the world and the world were instantly plunged into darkness.
"What a terrible evil spirit!"
"This world is shrouded in demonic energy. The Dark Lord is so terrifying!"
"Now I finally know why there are phantom fruits in the sinkhole, but no one has come to snatch them for tens of thousands of years!"
…
Looking at the billowing demonic energy in the void, voices of discussion came again.
"I want to kill this emperor!"
"You don't deserve it!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were extremely cold.
The next moment, the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword appeared in Mo Wentian's hand.
"The Heaven-Eating Sword Technique: Sword Breaks the Sky!"
A cold voice sounded, and the aura on Mo Wentian's body suddenly surged, and the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword was trembling in his hand, as if he was about to take action at the next moment.
"Dark Palm!"
A cold voice came, and the billowing demonic energy was rapidly gathering in the void.
In less than a breath, they had already gathered into a demonic palm hundreds of feet in size in the void.
Above the demon's palm, the demonic energy was vast and boundless, and the next moment, it was heading directly towards Mo Wentian to suppress it.
"boom… "
A violent collision occurred, and the rolling demonic energy and the vast sword energy collided together.
Mo Wentian's body flew backwards again.
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Mo Wentian's mouth.
"This kid actually blocked it again?"
"Is he really just a warrior in the early stage of Tianjun?"
"This kid killed my Demon Clan's young master and the Demon Clan's genius disciple Xiao Yuehen. How can he be so simple!"
"This kid is too evil!"
…
Seeing Mo Wentian blocking the way again, the figures in the darkness were filled with shock.
"Boy, how do you feel about my dark clutches?"
At this moment, the devil's palm in the void transformed into the appearance of a black-faced old man. Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of arrogance.
"How does it taste?"
"Old Hei, your Black Devil's Palm is indeed good, but the taste of my Sky-Devouring Divine Sword should also be pleasant, right?"
Mo Wentian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at the phantom of the Dark Lord hundreds of feet in size, and said coldly.
"What does this kid mean? Can he still hurt the Dark Lord?"
"Is this impossible? In the early stage of Tianjun, no matter how evil you are, it is impossible to hurt the perfect and strong Tianjun!"
"That's right, I think this kid was stunned and must be talking nonsense!"
…
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the crowd instantly became excited.